Ice Spice – Princess Diana Lyrics

Named after the late Princess of Wales, “Princess Diana” sees Ice Spice embracing the comparison and flaunts her stacks and fame on the track, being called “Princess Diana” when she comes on the scene.

Ever since her breakout single “Munch (Feeling U)” got released in 2022, she has been compared to Princess Diana, the former Princess of Wales, due to her being adored by the public and media, and her down-to-earth personality, as a meme.

Since the song’s release, the song instantly gained virality through social media, primarily through TikTok. Thanks to it’s success, the song spawned a remix with Nicki Minaj nearly three months later.

Princess Diana Lyrics by Ice Spice

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah
(Stop playin’ with ’em, RIOT)

[Chorus]
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move wock’ ’cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin’, I don’t give a damn and I’m still gettin’ money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon’ hit up my ‘Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon’ act like a fan (Damn)
Thinkin’ you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give ’em a pass
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move wock’ ’cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin’, I don’t give a damn and I’m still gettin’ money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon’ hit up my ‘Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon’ act like a fan (Damn)
Thinkin’ you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give ’em a pass

[Verse 1]
And I just fell in love with a gangsta (Like)
So he put my name in a tat’ (Damn)
But I don’t let him come to the crib (Grrah)
So we get it on where we at (Grrah)
Nowadays, I be duckin’ them cameras
And they hype that I’m up on them banners
Callin’ my phone, but they know I don’t answer (Why?)
In the hood I’m like Princess Diana (Grrah)
I’m thick ’cause I be eatin’ oats (Huh)
Bitches not takin’ shit from me but notes
Wanna be me, so she do my emotes
And my name in her mouth so I bet she gon’ choke (Bitch)
To her man, I’m the girl of his dreams
Thinkin’ ’bout me when he brushin’ his teeth
He keep textin’, I leave him on seen
Hottest bitch out and they know what I mean (Know what I mean)

[Chorus]
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move wock’ ’cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin’, I don’t give a damn and I’m still gettin’ money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon’ hit up my ‘Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon’ act like a fan (Damn)
Thinkin’ you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give ’em a pass
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move wock’ ’cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin’, I don’t give a damn and I’m still gettin’ money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon’ hit up my ‘Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon’ act like a fan (Damn)
Thinkin’ you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give ’em a pass

[Verse 2]
Lookin’ at me like who bigger than she? (Who?)
I’m the one who they wishin’ to be (Damn)
Takin’ my time, ’cause I don’t wanna bait
If you makin’ your plate, then I already ate (Grrah)
I book a flight and go chill in Tulum
Turnin’ heads when I walk in the room (Like)
I know he want me, his bitch is a lame and she make in a year what I spend on a chain (Spend on my chain, grrah)
Makin’ it rain (Makin’ it rain)
Doin’ my thing (Like)
And I’m young, still gettin’ money, my pockets is chubby, nothin’ was the same (Huh)
Takin’ ya boo (Takin’ ya boo), makin’ it move
Like flexin’ on niggas and bitches addictin’, feenin’ for me how they usually do (Usually do)
[Chorus]
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move wock’ ’cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin’, I don’t give a damn and I’m still gettin’ money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon’ hit up my ‘Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon’ act like a fan (Damn)
Thinkin’ you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give ’em a pass
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move wock’ ’cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin’, I don’t give a damn and I’m still gettin’ money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon’ hit up my ‘Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon’ act like a fan (Damn)
Thinkin’ you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give ’em a pass